Alethea is a kind soul trying to navigate a chaotic world while searching for her place in it. When she discovers she's the lost princess of a vanished planet, her life becomes even more complicated, forcing her to confront a destiny she never asked...
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I'm back, kind of.
Enjoy!
Alethea's POV:
The sunlight filtered softly through the window of my dorm, casting golden rays that sliced through the air, forming delicate tunnels of light on the scattered schoolwork sheets in front of me. I barely noticed the plants on Stella's side of the room, swaying gently, their vines tangling playfully with her clothes. Stella, however, was nowhere to be seen. The only movement in the room was the occasional shift of the plants, their quiet rustling blending seamlessly with the soft music I had put on, which now filled the air with ease, adding a touch of serenity to the morning.
That peace, however, shattered in an instant as a scream pierced the quiet, almost making my eardrums ring. I jumped, dropping my pencil in shock, and winced as the sound broke my concentration. My heart raced in my chest, but as I took a moment to steady myself, I stood up and made my way to the lounge room, where I found Stella and Flora locked in a heated argument. I tilted my head in confusion, but then the reason for Stella's raised voice hit me like a wave.
It had to be the plants.
"Flora, why don't you take your hippy-dippy research and go save a different planet?" Stella snapped, her face flushed with frustration as she glared at Flora. Flora's eyebrows knitted together in disbelief at the harshness of Stella's words.
"That's not nice!" Flora shot back, her arms crossing defensively over her chest, her voice rising in offense.
"Girls," I interjected, trying to keep the peace with a firm but gentle tone. But the moment I had their attention, I felt the intensity of their gazes settle on me, and I shifted awkwardly under their scrutiny. "It's eight o'clock in the morning... could you perhaps tone it down a little? Please?"
"Her flower power has gone too far," Stella grumbled, turning her eyes to me as she moved toward my side. "Didn't you notice the plants in our room? They're alive!"
"I'm close to finishing my new potion," Flora defended herself quickly, her voice eager. "It will protect us from the Witches."
"Yeah, like homeopathy can protect us from dark magic," Stella scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It'd be like, 'don't mess with us, or we'll hit you with a daisy and go all herbal on you.'"
I glanced between them, my brow furrowing in uncertainty. I understood both of their points, and a doubtful expression crossed my face. "It could be an alternative, though..."
"It's out of control!" Stella huffed, clearly unimpressed with my neutral stance. "It wasn't enough to turn your room into a stinky twenty-four-hour potion lab, but now she's invading my room with her veggies."
